On a recent trip “up north” as us Michiganders call it… my 11 year old son convinced us to stop and check out a deserted factory he saw in the periphery of his vision as we creeped down M115 on a cold, snowy day. Much to our surprise it was not a factory, but an all but abandon high school.
It was graphically very intriguing but what struck me as more fascinating was the unknown history as to why and how it fell dormant. I’m sure anyone who lives in the area could have told us but there it was, a dusty monument to a communities commitment to improvement. A spent shuck from a cornel that had grown past it’s need. The lyric’s from Jimmy Buffet’s song “the stories we could tell” came to mind.
